What if you're not stuck?
What if your dark night of the soul turns out to be a catalyst into your deepest truth?
What if inside the pockets of your grief is a knowing of what holds you together?
What if you could let it all consume you,
Be held by the dark,
And know you won't be here forever?
What if you're being called to step beyond the need for perfection,
To be messy,
To get it wrong,
To try again?
Maybe you don't need more discipline.
Maybe you could trust your calling that sometimes resistance is showing you where you are out of alignment.
Maybe you seek comfort in the familiarity of your uncertainty.
What might it mean to listen to the part of you who knows,
Beyond the part that finds safety in your lack of fulfillment?
But are you truly living?
What if you're not stuck?
What if you're about to make the greatest leap of your life,
And you fly?